Hermione settled in her seat in one of the secluded carriage of the Hogwarts Express. Sighing she took out her book 'The Bitches of East wick' and began reading, congesting the noises of the train from entering her head she smiled happily and curled up in her seat. "Granger" Malfoy greeted upon entering her carriage "Hmm" she grumbled back trying to concentrate on her book. "All set for the Christmas Holidays then are we?" he asked with a slight smirk, "Look Malfoy" she hissed "If you don't mind I'm trying to read!" "As a matter of fact I do mind Granger" he shot back angrily at his rival "Didn't your muggle parents teach you any manners you filthy little mudblood!" Hermione had spent the last few years of her life been tormented by Draco Malfoy and his gang of lemmings, she was about to smack the living fuck out of him when he said something remarkable
"I've read that book, I enjoyed reading it actually. It had a certain passion." "You read?" Hermione asked surprised "Don't look so surprised Granger, even attractive people read" he laughed smugly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and returned to the book she had tucked away in her arms. It stayed this way through out the train ride…
When the train came to an unanticipated halt Hermione began to collect the few books she had flipped through and place them neatly back in her bag. "So Granger, where are you spending Christmas this year?" Draco asked quizzically
"With my Family, where else?" she answered a little confused, "I suppose you'll be spending Christmas at the illusive Malfoy Manor again this year?" she said returning the gaze he had cast upon her whilst she spoke. "Actually no. my father is away, he said he to take care of some 'unfinished business' and my mother wont be home either as she's taken a cruse in the muggle world, but I'll be spending Christmas with my grandmother" he added.
"Oh, sounds nice" Hermione nodded before stepping off the train.
Her head was swimming with thoughts as she scanned the platform for her parents. Was Draco actually been civil towards her? He must have been ill or something she thought waving the questions thrashing about her mind off.
"MUM!" she yelled jumping into her mothers arms for a big "welcome home hug".
On arriving home Hermione greeted her father with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to unpack"
Hermione called as she ran up the stairs to her ever missed bedroom.
Hermione flicked the latch from her bedroom door and pushed it open revealing her beautiful lilac and cream room where she had spent so much of her muggle life. She admired the silver stencils of starts and swirls her father had put on just last year. She had missed her old room…
Turning the stereo on Hermione slipped in her favourite CD that she neglected to take to Hogwarts with her as they really had no place she could listen to it.
She picked up her hairbrush from the side and began to sing into it as if she was on a stage surrounded by a crowd and the spotlight warmly glowing down on her.
"I
look and stare so deep in your eyes,
I touch on you more and more
every time,
When you leave I'm begging you not to go,
Call your
name two or three times in a row,
Such a funny thing for me to try
to explain,
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame.
'Cuz
I know I don't understand,
Just how your love your doing no one
else can."
Hermione danced around her room jumping on the bed, hairbrush still in hand. This was her way of saying "WELCOME HOME HERMIONE"
Downstairs her mother shook her head and laughed hearing the music from upstairs "She's defiantly back"
She laughed. As Hermione's mother finished loading the washing into the machine a small feeble knock came to the door. "I'll get it" Her mother called, answering the door she was greeted by Mrs Clarke and a young boy around 16 or 17 just about Hermione's age. "I was wondering if it would be ok if I brought my grandson round to meet the neighbours since he will be spending the remainder of the holidays with me" "No, no that's fine Mrs Clarke, would you like a cup of tea?" Hermione's mother asked taking a good look at the young man stood sheepishly beside the old woman.
"I have a daughter just about your age, she's upstairs if you'd like to meet her. Just follow the noise"
Hermione's mother informed pointing to the stair case where the loud noise formally known as Beyonce Knowles was pounding through the house. "Go on. Go see her" His grandmother pushed. She had always been quite persistent.
The boy climbed the stairs and followed the noise to a room where he could hear singing. "Damn Muggle music" he cursed.
On opening the door he peeked inside to see Hermione with her hairbrush swaying her body to the music, she was pretty good. She actually looked as if she was having fun. That was a VERY rare thing for Hermione…Or at least he thought it was.
Downstairs a glass shattering scream could be heard from above.
Upstairs though…
"MALFOY!" Hermione screamed
"Oh Merlin no!" he groaned, "A whole Christmas with YOU living next door" Hermione immediately turned off her music and pushed him out of her room. "Follow me NOW" she ordered running down the stairs.
"Mum!" she yelled skidding into the kitchen. Draco close behind. "Oh, so you found her then" Hermione's mum smiled. Draco mumbled something about muggles and huffed. "Mum, why is he at our house?" she asked "This is Mrs Clarke's grandson. Umm…" Her mother stalled waiting for a name
"Draco" Mrs Clarke interjected.
"We've met" Hermione growled
"Although I wish we hadn't" Draco grumbled "Shut it Malfoy" she hissed slyly so neither her mother nor Mrs Clarke could hear. Hermione returned to her room with Draco in tow.
Sitting on her bed she sighed "I never knew Mrs Clarke was a witch…she never talks about it" "OH…um, she…she…umm…" Draco stuttered to find an excuse "She what?" Hermione questioned "She…"
Draco still couldn't think of a plausible explanation, Then suddenly something inside of Hermione clicked "She isn't, is she?"
"WHAT?" Draco asked with a worried expression plastered across her face "Mrs Clarke is a muggle, which makes you A MUD BLOOD"
"How dare you!" Draco all but screamed "Well, well, well. Draco Malfoy! A mud blood. I never thought I'd see the day." Hermione taunted
"Ok! Fine, but if this ever get out Granger, I swear I'll-" "You'll what mud blood?" Hermione interrupted "Well I don't know what I'll do yet, but I'll figure something out" "Yeah, sure you will Malfoy" she laughed.
Moments later they were deep in conversation of why Draco felt the need to hide his roots. "My father said that if anyone was to find out he married a muggle then the family name would be a disgrace and it would all be down to me!"
"Ouch!" Hermione replied with a compassionate look of understanding glowing in her eyes. "Anyway…This is what a muggle bedroom is like then?"
"Yep, great isn't it!" she sighed flopping down on her cushioned double bed. "I suppose, what do muggles do for fun?"
he asked in great need of entertainment
"I like to go get ice cream then I go to the park" "Park?" Draco repeated unsure of what it was "Yeah, you know? Swings and tree houses" Draco shook his head "Come on…I'll show you" she laughed